Wolf in Gucci Loafers (Tales of the Harker Pack Book 2)

by Tara Lain

  “I’d give the whole thing an A-plus.”

  Seth sat on the edge of the big bed, his dark jeans making a pretty contrast against the white sheets. It took a couple of tugs, but he got his boots off and tossed them over by the chair; then he stood. Look at those eyes. Pure mischief. He slowly unfastened his belt, undid the button, and inch by devilish inch lowered the zipper.

  Lindsey had seen the goods, but it had been dark and the lingering very brief. He stepped back to one of his upholstered easy chairs and leaned against it, crossing his legs.

  Seth grinned. “Settling in for the show?”

  “Oh my, yes.”

  “Okay, but when I’m done, I want a far more elaborate performance.”

  “Glad to oblige.”

  Seth yanked the last couple of inches of zipper, twisted his hips, and out flew his fully erect cock, slapping him on the belly.

  Lindsey nodded in appreciation. “Commando?”

  “Yep.”

  “How efficient of you.”

  “Always.”

  Seth pulled down his jeans without much finesse, kicked them to the chair, turned, and gave Lindsey a waggle of his butt as he walked to the head of the bed and crawled onto the pillow. With a sigh, he settled in like Jabba the Hutt, leaned against the plush headboard, and waved a hand. “Ready for my show now.” His curls stood out on either side of his head in a riot of multishades of shiny brown.

  Lindsey stood up. “Your hair makes you look like an angel. A kind of mean, very erotic angel, but still heavenly.”

  Seth shook his head. “You’re the angel. That golden hair had to come from someplace otherworldly.”

  “You sure it didn’t come from Clairol, darling?”

  “Yeah, I’m sure. That stuff is real.”

  Lindsey flipped it over his shoulder. “As chance would have it, you’re right.”

  “So shall I hum to get you in the dancing mood?” Seth’s fingers played idly with the big cock lying against his abdomen.

  Lindsey laughed and walked over to the end table beside his couch, grabbed the remote, and pushed Play. Piano music filled the room. “Hmm, the Chopin Piano Concerto for striptease? Maybe not.” He clicked again to Cher lamenting gypsies, tramps and thieves. “Now my orientation is showing.” Another click and La Babs crooned her heart out. Perfect.

  He strolled to the center of the room, grabbed his silk neck scarf, and slowly pulled it from around his neck. He fluttered it a couple of times, then gripped it in his teeth as he shrugged out of the green leather jacket and tossed it on top of Seth’s clothes. He’d worn a black form-fitting sweater underneath, which he gripped at the hem, and, as he ground his hips, he pulled it one tantalizing centimeter at a time up his body. For a moment the sweater covered his eyes, but when he peeked out below, Seth stared at him with a glassy gaze and parted lips. He threw the sweater on the pile and, still biting the scarf, ran its ends over his shoulders and pecs.

  Seth’s stroking got serious. “Man, you are beautiful. Graceful and slim with all these cool muscles teasing under the surface.”

  Lindsey drew his brows together. “Too far below the surface, if you ask me.”

  “Nah. Just right.”

  Lindsey rested his hands on his waistband and did a big hip roll. As he bumped forward, he unbuttoned the fly and slid the zipper of his black jeans just far enough to let the fat head of his penis peep over. “Peekaboo.”

  Seth shook his head. “You are one mass of sexy contradictions.”

  As Lindsey lowered the zipper farther over his briefs, Seth pumped harder. Lindsey shook a finger. “Uh-uh, don’t start without me.”

  Seth tightened his grip but stopped pumping.

  With the zipper down, Lindsey hooked his thumbs in the top of the pants and pulled them over his hips. No sliding—they were too tight. Still holding the scarf between his teeth like a rose, he slid the pants to his ankles, stepped out of his Gucci loafers, and then out of the pants.

  His cock strained the elastic on the boxer briefs, and he slid the tip of his finger around and around the exposed head of his dick.

  Seth smiled. “Can I do that for you?”

  “Very soon.”

  He turned his back to the hunk on his bed and looked over his shoulder with a flutter of lashes. Good, he was paying strict attention. Lindsey placed his hands on the small of his own back, slid them into the tight teal briefs, and dragged them over his butt. Two quick twerks, then he slipped them to his feet, kicked with one foot, and they flew through the air and landed on a floor lamp.

  Seth laughed. “I’m dyin’ over here. This may be more of a dance than I bargained for.”

  Lindsey gazed over his shoulder. “If you don’t like the floor show, sir, we’ll refund your cover charge.”

  Seth held up one hand—the other still gripped his cock. “No complaints. Not one.”

  Still with his back to Seth, Lindsey pulled the scarf from his teeth and tied a strategic bow. As Babs sang something about being a woman in love, Lindsey raised one arm above his head, twirled on one foot, and presented his cock forward tied in a lavender silk scarf.

  Seth sputtered. “I don’t know whether to laugh or come!”

  Lindsey walked toward him, swinging his hips enough to make the big dog sway like a purple piñata in the wind. “Oh yes, coming is very much on tap.” He opened the bedside drawer, pulled out the economy-sized lube and a box of condoms, and tossed them on the bed.

  “Plan on using it all?” Seth smiled, but his knuckles looked strained holding his cock in check.

  “Considering how long it’s been since somebody was in my ass, we may need it all.”

  Seth spread his legs, bent his knees, and propped up his hips. “Hey baby. No problem. My ass is your ass.”

  Holy God, that invitation was almost more than he could take. “No, I’m the Number Three, remember. I’m going to post my way to heaven.”

  Seth stretched out his legs. “Your steed awaits.”

  God, his knees were shaking. Before he fell down, he crawled on the bed and crept toward Seth. The dangling scarf tickled his thighs. He smiled in invitation.

  “Grandma, what big teeth you have.” Seth chuckled.

  Hmm. Oddly close to home. “All the better to eat you with, my dear.” He pounced, opened wide, and swallowed himself some cop cock. Umm, Seth smelled like generic soap and turned-on man. Lindsey’s favorite aroma. And the taste? He licked. Salty. Lick. Musky. Lick. Divine.

  A little rumble escaped through his stretched lips. Shhh. He opened his throat and took Seth’s dick straight to his tonsils.

  “Holy shit! If you want that horse standing, man, you better quit that.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

  Lindsey pulled back, sucking as he went. Okay, showtime. Would this work? How threatened would his wolf feel being penetrated? The last time he’d bottomed was before his shift, when he was brand-new to sex. God, he vaguely remembered loving it, but would Wolfy?

  Seth patted the covers in front of him. “Back that beautiful bum up here and let me explore.”

  Lindsey sat back on his heels. “Surely there’s a more decorous approach than backing up my butt.”

  “But not more fun. Come on.” Seth slowly licked his lips.

  Since he put it that way…. Lindsey dropped to his hands and knees and rotated so his ass pointed at Seth. Now what? Odd he had so little sexual experience.

  Soft lips pressed against one cheek. My oh my, that seemed promising.

  Seth gently kissed his way from one globe to the other and then nibbled at the top of Lindsey’s butt crack. Better and better.

  Hmmm, airy. Seth spread Lindsey’s butt. He made an “ummm” sound. “Pretty.”

  “Glad to hear it.”

  Seth’s soft, wet tongue slipped between his butt cheeks and toyed around the edge of his hole. Never in his life had anyone done such a thing. Sex with his so-so humans was—mundane and unimaginative. He constantly checked himself so as
not to go too far. He always topped in every situation. Not here. Not with Seth. Hot tears sprang behind his eyes and he dropped his head to the white, clean sheets. Oh God, it felt so good. Every nerve in his body must connect at his asshole. How had he never known?

  Oh. Seth’s tongue pressed inside. Shocks of electricity zipped along Lindsey’s nerves to his balls, and his still-decorated cock bounced. Yes, all the wonder of having something—no, someone—inside him flooded back. Every shred of awareness focused right on that tongue’s passage—in an inch, almost out, in an inch. “Oh my.”

  Seth chuckled but didn’t stop. Thank you, God.

  Sadly, some wonders did actually cease. The soft wetness disappeared, to be replaced by cool and squishy, all in the right places. Seth inserted a finger covered in lube into Lindsey’s hole. Whew. He held his breath. Okay so far. Felt good, in fact. Another finger joined the first.

  “You’re tight, sweetheart. You want to try this?”

  Did he? “Yes.”

  “Okay. You have the reins, so to speak. You are one hot piece of ass, and my cock is ready to pound nails, so stiffness should not be the problem.” He laughed.

  Lindsey sat back and turned to find Seth rolling a condom on his very upright organ. He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve always dreamt of being a hot piece of ass.”

  “Then your dreams have come true.” He held his hands out like they were surrounding two balls. “Firm and round and juicy. Delectable. I could eat you all day.”

  Just so long as it wasn’t the other way around.

  Seth juiced up the condom, then lay back, holding his cock sticking up like a flagpole of invitation. So this was it. Lindsey’s butt clenched, half fear and half longing.

  He scooched over beside Seth, raised one leg over the flagpole and, perched on his knees, stared down at the first man in his life to really excite him. So scary and so worth it.

  Seth’s cock bobbed against Lindsey’s back, leaving cold, wet dots of lube. Here goes. He got up on one foot, his leg bent, then onto the other in a squat. Just like riding a pony. His body might be more slender than he’d like, but his legs were powerful from riding, fencing, and karate. From wolfiness too, of course. He could stay in this posture all day.

  Seth grinned. “What a sight.”

  Lindsey looked down. His big cock stuck up between his legs and hugged his belly, pointing at him like a one-eyed snake. He chuckled. “He likes to watch.”

  Using his thigh muscles, he raised his butt over the target and slid his hips into position until he felt the cool tip pressing against his pucker. He looked up at Seth. The man stared intently at the point of connection, his lips parted.

  “Wait. I have an idea.” Lindsey leaped up and jumped off the bed.

  “What the hell?”

  Lindsey grabbed a hand mirror he kept for seeing the back of his hair from his dresser. He bounded back to the bed and hopped into his position again. “Where were we?”

  “Uh, was that necessary?” The half grin quirked, but Seth’s eyes looked glassy. Lust!

  “Yes, I like to watch too.” The view might keep Wolfy occupied. Lindsey repositioned Seth’s cock by feel, then held out the mirror so he could see the spot of conjoining and Seth’s enthralled face at the same time. “Ready? Set?”

  “For a while now.”

  Lindsey breathed out. One advantage to the canine genes was a high threshold of pain. He was more worried about hurting Seth. He lowered his hips. Holy God, what a view. His tight rosette stretched around Seth’s cockhead and, while he was aware of the burn, it felt good. The sight was mesmerizing.

  He lowered farther. Pop. Seth gasped and Lindsey’s gaze flicked to his face. Seth’s lips were parted and he was breathing hard. He gasped out, “Feels really good.”

  Lindsey smiled. Yes, it did. Back to the mirror. With concentration, he focused on relaxing his inner muscles and Seth’s dick started sliding in like a well-lubed piston. Lindsey stared as the rod disappeared inside his body. A rumbling growl slipped out of his throat, but not angry or threatened, more like pure pleasure.

  Still locked on the vision, he rose up. Fun. Seth’s cockhead came slightly into view. Then Lindsey dropped back down. “Sweet God!” Lights flashed behind his eyelids and pleasure bolts lit up his whole body and brain.

  Seth chuckled. “That would be your prostate, son. The big bonanza benefit to bottoming.”

  “Urrrrrr.” The growl warned him one second before the wolf took the reins. More. He wanted more. Slam. Down went his hips. His head lit up like a Las Vegas sign and the wolf growled his pleasure.

  Seth’s eyes widened, but he just kept breathing hard.

  Lindsey tossed the mirror aside and fell forward onto his hands. His hips started hammering up and down, driving Seth’s cock as far into his ass as physics allowed. Lindsey’s brain split—half wolf driving his body, and half man riding the pleasure animal. Harder. Harder. Wham. Wham. His thighs slapped against Seth’s as wave after wave of ecstasy fried his brain.

  “Holy shit, Lindsey. Oh my God, yes. Do it.” Seth grabbed Lindsey’s thighs and dug in his fingers so hard they could draw blood. Umm. Wolf liked that. His head stretched back, baring his neck, which Wolfy liked even more.

  Lindsey gritted his teeth to control the growls and pounded so hard it was a wonder the bed made it through, but the wolf got what he wanted. Semen bubbled in his balls as they tightened for explosion and every cell pulsed with the driving need to come and come.

  Seth raised his head, his eyes wild and bugging. “Gonna come. Crap, gonna—oh shit!” His head flew side to side and that wild hair thrashed about his head as he yelled.

  Lindsey couldn’t control—“Ahooo…. Ahoooo”—whimpers that wanted to be howls. He clamped his teeth and rode. “Unh, unh, unh.” Holy God—

  The world went black. Like some kind of lava flow, pleasure rumbled from his balls and shot from his cock in bolts of sticky joy. Explosion one. Explosion two. He trembled and shook. Heat shimmered right under his skin like his wolf was trying to break free. Damn. Panic opened his eyes. Only two days until the full moon. He breathed. Again. The orgasm slowed a little—just enough. Enough to save them both. Breathe. Breathe.

  One more aftershock shuddered through him. Still so good. So good.

  “Come here, baby.” Seth reached out and pulled him forward until they were chest to chest with Lindsey’s head tucked under Seth’s chin. Seth’s now softened cock pulled from Lindsey’s hole. Deep inside, Lindsey’s wolf sighed, curled in a metaphorical ball, and slept. Home free.

  Their chests rose and fell together. Seth hummed. Such a nice contented sound. What did the man think about Lindsey’s behavior? Hell, he’d worry about that later. When had he ever been this happy?

  The soft ringing sounded one fucking lot like the cosmic joker striking. Lindsey raised his head an inch. “Are you on duty?”

  “Nope.”

  “Can you let it go to voice mail?” Hope. Hope.

  “Nope.”

  “Shit.”

  “Yeah.”

  The phone stopped. Silence. Saved by the—

  It started ringing again.

  Lindsey sighed and lifted off Seth’s chest. He slid from the bed and dug through the pile of clothes, the ringing becoming louder with each layer removed. Finally, he grabbed the ringing phone from Seth’s jeans and handed it to him.

  “Zakowsky.” He listened. “No problem. I was, uh, asleep.” More listening. “Shit. I’ll be right there.” He clicked the phone off.

  Heart sinking time. “What?”

  Seth was off the bed and practically running to the bathroom. “Another kidnapping.”

  “Damn. Anyone I know?”

  “Not sure yet. He said another prominent family, so probably. I just have to get to the station.”

  He disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds later, he came out. “That’s a helluva bathtub you got there.”

  “Care to share sometime?”

  Seth grinned. “Count
on it.” He dragged on his shirt, then slipped on the jeans over skin and tucked the whole thing together. He sat on the chair to pull on his boots. “Sorry I have to go like this. I was really looking forward to a slow morning with you. But this is cop life.”

  Lindsey grabbed a silk robe from the back of the bathroom closet and pulled it on. “I’m sure that’s true.”

  “I hope you won’t mind it too much.”

  Lindsey froze. Had Seth just said he wanted Lindsey around long enough to get used to his schedule? He looked toward Seth, who was busily adjusting his clothes. He didn’t mean it. Did he?

  Seth got up and walked to Lindsey. “Any chance I could see you again tonight? I mean, tomorrow?” He laughed. “You know what I mean.”

  His heart beat in his throat. “Yes, I know and yes, I’d love to. I have a late morning business meeting tomorrow, but after that, I’m flexible. Call me. I’ll leave the evening open.”

  Seth leaned in and pressed his lips against Lindsey’s. Soft. Sweet. Hmm. Warm. Hotter.

  “Whoa.” Seth pulled back. “Investigating a crime while in a fully erect condition may be distracting.” He kissed Lindsey’s nose. “Tonight—no, the whole afternoon and evening—was wonderful. Thank you.” He walked to the door of the suite. “I’ll find my way out. See you tomorrow.”

  Lindsey stared after him with a hand pressed to his own chest. Amazing. Sex with Lindsey didn’t scare the man at all. It seemed to turn him on. How could he ever have been so lucky as to find a guy like Seth? Sadly, his heart wanted to get involved. He could feel it. The organ throbbed in time to Seth’s pulse. But it couldn’t happen. Could it?

  Lindsey shook his head. Forget it. Who was kidnapped? Where are they?

  He ran to his laptop.

  Seth piloted the bike toward the address he’d been given. Really ritzy. Not too far from the Vanessens. Another rich kidnapping victim. Shit, it had to be an inside job. These people had security and kept their schedules to themselves. Somebody knew. Probably somebody from that country club. Somebody who knew Lindsey.

  God, what was he doing with the rich man? Fucking him? Just thinking about that guy on his cock about sent him and the Kawasaki into the ditch. Shit, Lindsey was epic in bed. Seth had never dreamed he’d find a lover as aggressive as he was. People always told him he was so dominant he should try BDSM, but shit no. He didn’t want some sub saying “yes, master” to him. He wanted a warrior to fight him for control, and bite and scratch to win. Who’d have dreamed that would be rich queen Lindsey Vanessen? He shivered.